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Hard Day




First of all, I didn't listen to our phone messages all week. Those of you that have called and left messages, I apologize profusely. The best way to reach me is via my cell phone, which I have had surgically implanted in my hand.

Secondly, today I am driving to a town a bit further south later this evening and meeting a woman face to face for the first time. She is the sister of the man who murdered my friend.

I had trouble sleeping last night, and my subconscious floated some very odd dreams my way when I did manage to fall into REM. Consequently I am tired and not just a little bit aprehensive.

She found me yesterday online on Instant Messenger. I'm not quite sure how that happened, but we talked for about forty minutes via the computer. She seems to be a nice person, who has suffered much at the hands of a twisted sibling. Their family has been through an incredible ordeal. I feel for them. I do.

I fear she will try to talk me out of writing my book.

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  1. I'd be very interested in finding out how the meeting turns out, Pam, and whether she tries to persuade you...and how you responded.

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  2. Thanks WW. It went well, actually. Very well. She's a nice person who has had an awful lot of bad things happen to her by virtue of having that person for a brother.

    I'll post more about it in a bit.

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  3. what an incredible meeting...and how hard it must be for her to be related to someone like that. my god. never thought of that.

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  4. Glad it went well Pammy. I'll try this IM thing as soon as I can.

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  5. I'm so pleased it went ok. I was about to advise you to take someone with you, but then you don't need my daft tuppence.

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